The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1887-05-27

''No. for then 1 can turn to the vine. |
Now, don't muse again. Let me tell |
you, once for all, Anzeli, that l have |
faith in your coming success. Of
course, this does not influence my love, |
but can not help but believe, can not
help but know, that one of these days
great men win come and buy your pic
lures. Let us be happy now. Let not
a worrying thought, always so full of
mischief, weave shadows for our fu-
ture.n
Laura, you are, in every way SUI
perior to me-"
''How you do beckon to the shadows,
Anzeli"
you are more philosophical than I
am, beautiful girl
''Will the shadows not come after
such pleading ?'' she mischieyOusly
asked.
"No," he said, smiling. ''YOu have
driven them away"
CHAPTER II.
A beautiful woman stood in the door
of a small house in an unattractive part
of the city. 1t was summer and the
tendrils of a vine waved above her
head. There was no carpet in the
room, but the walls were adorned with
paintings without frames. Aman came
and kissed the woman.
''Anzeli, you look tired"
Il am tired, sick and tired"
HAS any thing gone wrongP"
Every thing"
s'What?"
ooh, Anderson has refused to take
the landscape which he pretended to
admire so much and which ne said he
would pay me for to-day"
What explanation did he make?"
''He said that he didn't want a pic
ture that had been ridiculed by the
newspapers. was so anxious for him
to take it. just think. we could have
bought a carpet for this room"
"And could have gotten some better
chairs than these, " she sadly replied.
eyes, but never mind, love. The
picture am working on now will COM
mand attention; just know it will.
Several cows are standing in a brook
and you can almost fancy that you see
the minnows playing about their hoofs.
just bear with me a little longer"
She sat down and, with that motion
so indescribable but so expressive of u
thoroughly discOnsolate state of mind,
crossed her hands.
Il feel that l am improving all the
time, he continued. Each day get
nearer and nearer to a wonderful Wis
ion which l shall one day see clearly.
Sometimes / feel that it is about to break
> upon my sight but then a mist arises
and shuts it entirely out. One of these
days the mist will not arise, and then,
when people come to look at a picture
they will say: This is a glimpse of
paradise Don't be disheartened,
Laura, but bear with me a little
longer"
She sprang to her feet and threw her
arms around his neck. Heaven fingers
with me while / wait with YOU" she
said. "You are so good and so gentle
that | reproach myself when"
"When you do what, dear?"
''When / look about the room and
wish that it were furnished better.
!: Some people are SO cruel"
HAS anyone been cruel to youP Has
} anyone written you another anony-
: nous letter, telling you how much bet
ter you might have done?"
Eyes, but l tore it to pieces"
''After reading it?'' he asked.
/ | 'Oh, yes; could not help reading
it."
: "What did the writer say?'
Something that would sting a WON
an, though she were an angel"
"What?"
THAT if more than three visitors
i were to call on us at once, some one
= would have to stand or sit on the floor. >
. ''None but a wretch could have writ
ten such letter, Laura. Don't let i
y worry YOU"
70 1.-The actual derivations enforced by
. poverty are easy enough to hear. bu
:, the humility of knowing that scantines
of necessary furniture places one under
y the je ering espionage of-Of-"
y There, now, Laura, you must no
" give way to your feelings. know tina
y you are fitted intellectually to be tn,
- wife of n great man, that you are al
strong mentally as You are beautiful
physically, but repose faith in me just
( little longer, and the sickle of your pa
- thence shall reap a harvest of reward. >
= ''Anzeli, she said, as she turned to
= small looking-glass and began to ar
range her beautiful hair, ''to be unhap
~ Ply with you would argue strangel,
: against the immortality of the soul
Speaking of the soul reminds me of tn,
10 body" She cheerfully added. Come
supper is ready"
Time moved slowly and darby, Xix,
a lengthening shadow. One morning
II while looking over a newspaper printed
! in distant city, Laura found the fol
N lowing THE once beautiful Laura
Blythe, the pride of Southern society
bt is now the wife of en- Italian fanati
who imagines that he can paint pic
lures. Ii is said that he has dragge,
her down TO a poverty and wretched
70 ness that is fast breaking her heart.
She threw the paper down and burs
;, into tears. Anzeli came home, almos
is Joyous in the entertainm ent of som
new prospect, but she shuddered an,
n turned away from him.
or care YOU inP'' he asked.
IL 81 am every thing that's miserable,
she replied.
ne Has any thing gone wrongP" h
asked.
er ''Is wretchedness alwaps tiptoeing i
MT the expectancy of some new pang?'
te He mattered something about tn
bright vision which he knew must 500
o. be presented to him. She did not re
am ply, and during a long and drear
4 evening, they remained silent. Tn
a leaves on the vine at the door wer